I've had this idea since they first suggested Chuck go underground! This is my first Chuck fic, so be kind!
It had been a whole year since Chuck had to go underground. A whole year since he left his family without word of where he was going. It pained Sarah that she had to do this.
"You know it was for the best, right?" Casey said quietly. He hated showing any kind of emotions but deep down it pained him too and he hated seeing Sarah like that.
She shook her head.
"See, that's the thing...I don't know if it was for the best. We ruined his life, Casey. What right did we have to do that?"
"We were saving him, from people who would torture him," Case rebuttled.
"I think he'd rather endure the torture than a lifetime of solitude," Sarah whispered. Casey sighed. "I'm going to visit him,"she added. Casey looked at her sharply.
"What? Sarah you're not allowed in that place. It's restricted."
"I don't care. I talked to the General and she granted me visitation rights. I HAVE to see him Casey. And you should see him too." Sarah stared at him. "Then you can sit here and tell me that it was all for the best."
With that she walked away leaving silence Casey's only company.
Chuck sat on the bed in his cell. They called it his room but he knew what it was. Hell there were even bars on the window so he couldn't escape. But they made sure all the stuff that had been in his old room was in this one. To make it more "homey". But he didn't care. Since his capture he had become pratically catatonic. They actually had to force feed him. He just wanted to curl up and die.
What was the point of life now that he was locked up like some kind of caged animal? He laid on his bed and stared at the pictures he put on his cealing and walls. Pictures of his friends and family. Pictures of freedom. Of the life he once knew.
The door suddenly opened. He didn't look. Probably one of the workers trying to beg him to eat.
"Chuck?" It was Sarah. His breath quickened but he still didn't look up. How could he look at her? After what she did to him? Betraying him like that? She said she'd make sure they wouldn't do this to him!"
"Chuck?" Sarah repeated. She hated seeing him like this. So lifeless. There was a beard growing on him. He looked so dead...so cold.
"Chuck I'm so sorry.."
"What do you want, Sarah?" Chuck's voice was dead, monotoned. It was cold and un Chuck like. It startled her. But she had to remind herself that this wasn't the same Chuck that she once knew.
"I tried to stop them, I really did..."
"I don't want to hear your excuses Sarah. Thanks to the fact I know you and Casey my life is now ruined and I can never see sunlight again." He stared at Sarah finally. She hated seeing how dark his eyes had become. Filled with hate. She looked away. "So you REALLY think an I'm sorry could make everything all better?"
"I really am sorry!" Tears cascaded down her cheeks as she rushed over towards Chuck and grasped his hand. "Please, Chuck, I need you to forgive me!"
"Get out," Chuck hissed, his tone seething with venom. "GET OUT, GET OUT, GET OUT!"
Sarah quickly back up, stunned by Chuck's outburst.
"Get out!" Quickly she fled the room. She leaned against the door as Chuck closed his eyes.
"I'm sorry Chuck," he heard her whimper. "I'm so sorry."
"Sorry's not good enough," he said softly and turned his head to face a picture of him and her when life was simple.
When he was free.
Sarah couldn't stop crying as she drove to her place. Seeing Chuck like that...it killed her.
If only she could help him. Correct her mistake. Slowly she walked in her apartment. As she did so she didn't notice the figure looming in the corner. Before she could react the figure attacked her and placed a cloth over her mouth, causing her to collapse.
